To quote Lewis Grizzard, world renowned author and great American "She tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat" is a trauma many men remember for a long time. After the second time sometimes you come to the realization "It just aint worth it." At 42, after being dead broke, despondent, sleepless, ashamed, and in agony I sometimes like to sit in my metaphorical recliner and savor life. A life where I am comfortable, a life where no one is going to cause me trauma or drama, a life where I can come and go as I please, do what I please, buy what I please without argument, smirks, looks of disgust or retaliation.
I think it possibly is a phemonemon of guys our age. Most of us have been married once or twice before, long term girlfriends, pussy whipped, beat down or done wrong and now it is like "NO MORE"
Why do I have a mental pic of Sally Field in Norma Raye?
That all being said, I am perfectly happy trudging along. My days of bending over backwards are over, done it, got kicked in the sack, got the t-shirt.
If I found some chick who was so much a match it was effortless, or I got so fond of her it felt effortless then cool.